How in the world did this get here?

The trenches of winter grow shadows on the face and a tiredness that sits behind the eyes like a boulder in the forest deposited by some great sheet of ancient ice which leaves one to wonder, “How in the world did this get here?” Spring doesn’t register in these depths. Only a shot of hot tea or the closeness of another body bring warmth. The darkness, however, allows for great celestial viewings, the frigid air appearing to sharpen the light of the stars. I take morning passes at the Moon, Mars and Venus, and attempt to compare my own surroundings to some far away ice world like Pluto or Europa, before seeking shelter from an increasingly inhospitable Earth.